Poezii

Nicolae Sirius Eventide The birds, oh the birds! In my soul they take wing In my blood they take wing In my hands they take wing The birds, oh the birds! What wind blows in my bones As in a house without glass Nests in my thoughts Yet cannot find rest? If evening now, what evening? Is it a mad dog attempting To die, which tears The moon apart and the river And my body, and finally slips off Into a valley? Oh what an evening! Poetry page